Waiting in the Shadows in the Dead of Night

It’s like a fire,
This crucial touch,
That holds me here,
Expects so much.
In this regard,
You tie me down.
I will be waiting,
Waiting for us.
In 50, or 60,
She’ll leave me,
Completely.
And one of us will
Coldly hold the other’s hand.
No metaphor for this
That I can understand.
Show me some love
For fire,
This crucial touch,
That holds me here,
Expects so much.
In this regard
No girlish charm
I will be waiting,
Waiting for us.
We’ll be waiting in the shadows
In the dead of night
She held me,
And swayed me.
«Remember me daily.»
And all that will remain
Of us is photographs.
No metaphor for this
that i can understand.
Show me
This love of fire,
This crucial touch,
That holds me near,
Expects so much.
No disregard
Will tie me down.
I will be waiting,
Waiting for us.
We’ll be waiting in the shadows
In the dead of night
It’s like a fire,
That holds me here.
In this regard,
You tie me down.
I will be waiting
Waiting for us.